"Are—are you okay?!" The car door swung open as the driver hurriedly stepped out.
Lan Xiaoke slowly got to her feet, "Ah, it's nothing..."
"Pfft." Blood seeped from the corner of her lips.
"You're literally spitting blood?!"
At that moment, Ye Chuan and Bai Qianshuang caught up. Ye Chuan first glanced at Lan Xiaoke's condition—after all, she was a cultivator now, so getting hit by a car going barely 30 or 40 mph shouldn’t be a big deal.
A hundred-ton truck would be another story.
"Don’t panic, just settle this privately. You don’t want us clinging to you, do you?" Seeing how pale the driver had turned, Ye Chuan casually pulled out his phone and showed the man a QR code.
The practiced motion gave the driver the illusion that this was some kind of staged scam.
"O-okay then."
Seeing Lan Xiaoke’s state, the driver didn’t even bother with insurance. He quickly scanned 10,000 yuan to Ye Chuan and sped off.
"Now we’ve got money for food and clothes." Ye Chuan tossed a healing spell at Lan Xiaoke.
"Eh? I’m fine." Lan Xiaoke felt the pain vanish instantly. She looked at Ye Chuan curiously, "Can I learn this healing spell?"
"Not for now."
Since it was magic he’d randomly acquired, Ye Chuan had no idea how to teach it to others.
It wasn’t like he could just say he could use it effortlessly with a wave of his hand, no prerequisites needed.
"Then can I have the medical compensation?"
"That’s even more of a no."
Lan Xiaoke slumped to the ground in defeat, pouting. "Got hit and still no money..."
"Fine, half of it." Ye Chuan transferred 5,000 yuan to her. Truthfully, he wasn’t lacking in real-world money anymore, especially after establishing the pharmaceutical company—cash would soon be flowing in steadily.
But seeing Lan Xiaoke’s money-grubbing expression, he couldn’t resist teasing her.
"Yay!"
Lan Xiaoke immediately brightened up, her eyes sparkling so much that Ye Chuan couldn’t help but poke her forehead.
Little miser.
No idea who she picked that up from.
......
Ye Chuan took Lan Xiaoke and Bai Qianshuang to a nearby shopping plaza. There was no trace left of the earlier monster attacks, and the bustling crowds made everything seem peaceful.
"Ice cream!" Lan Xiaoke spotted the dessert shop at once, grabbing Ye Chuan’s arm and dragging him forward.
"Welcome!" The shopkeeper greeted them as they entered. "You can scan the QR code on the table to order."
Ye Chuan led Bai Qianshuang and Lan Xiaoke to a booth.
"Beep." Lan Xiaoke eagerly pulled out her phone to scan and order. "This one’s on me!"
Her mouth watered at the dazzling array of desserts—after all, she hadn’t eaten any in decades. After dying, she could only sniff the aroma and secretly watch students sneak snacks into class.
"This one’s so cute… What’s this? Banlangen-flavored ice cream? And durian? I wanna try them all..." She picked and chose until Ye Chuan realized she’d ordered over a dozen items.
"Don’t overdo it, you’re not a kid anymore," Ye Chuan reminded her.
"I’m only eighteen."
"Wasn’t talking about age."
"Oh?"
Lan Xiaoke had ordered so much that a server came over to confirm if it was a mistake. After getting a firm yes, they shrugged—the bill was already paid.
Soon, plate after plate of desserts arrived.
Lan Xiaoke scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, watching the cold mist rise from it, her eyes gleaming.
One bite in, the white-haired girl immediately closed her eyes in bliss. "Heavenly~"
Bai Qianshuang quietly enjoyed her own ice cream, though she wasn’t as expressive as Lan Xiaoke.
Ye Chuan glanced at the table full of sweets and snapped a photo to send to Luo Xi.
Ye Chuan: Look look, want some?
Luo Xi replied almost instantly.
Luo Xi: Looks delicious! Next time, you’re treating me.
Ye Chuan: Maybe if your ‘elastic dance’ performance is good enough.
Luo Xi: Hmph~
Ye Chuan wasn’t big on desserts himself, sipping apple soda while waiting for Bai Qianshuang and Lan Xiaoke to polish off the mountain of sweets.
"So good!" Lan Xiaoke finished the last scoop of ice cream with satisfaction.
"Acting like a kid." Ye Chuan wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and she grinned goofily. "Well, back in my day, we didn’t have all these fancy treats."
"The ‘milk tea’ we drank was just flavored powder mixed with water, and the ‘coconut jelly’ was dyed rainbow colors. Only cost one yuan, too."
"Sounds ancient."
Just then, the TV screen in the shop caught Ye Chuan’s attention.
A battle was being broadcast—a group of superhumans hunting down a monster. With coordinated teamwork, a dinosaur-like creature with a bladed tail collapsed.
"Superhuman Hunting Squad, welcoming all newcomers!" A scarred woman flashed a thumbs-up at the camera.
"Hunting squads?"
"With all the monsters around now, people with special abilities are forming teams to hunt them," Lan Xiaoke explained, ever the internet-savvy one.
"How’s that different from the Alliance’s squads?"
"Hmm..." Lan Xiaoke rubbed her chin. "Dunno~"
"Official hunting teams versus civilian militias," Bai Qianshuang cut in, seeming to understand. "The civilian ones are freer and pay better."
"Makes sense." These squads weren’t under the Alliance’s jurisdiction, so any materials harvested from monsters didn’t need to be shared with them.
The downside was that most monster resources were already controlled by the official Alliance and major families. Groups like these were left scrambling for scraps.
"Still, monopolies aren’t healthy. A bit of competition keeps the Alliance on its toes." Ye Chuan propped his chin on his hand, smirking.
"Hey, Ye Chuan, with more and more people awakening powers, do you think there’ll be official awakening ceremonies someday? Mass-producing superhumans to fight monsters?" Lan Xiaoke asked curiously.
"Not impossible." Ye Chuan considered it.
If a method existed, the Alliance could help suitable candidates awaken—with the condition that they’d work for the Alliance for a while.
Of course, "working for the Alliance" was practically the same as working for Ye Chuan.
After all, he’d always been the real power behind the Jianghai branch.
"Anyway, enough about that." Ye Chuan mulled over his next plans for the real world before turning to Lan Xiaoke and Bai Qianshuang.
"Let’s go shopping for clothes."
"Me!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
